Lyrics Give Up the Goods (Just Step) [feat. Big Noyd].lrc Mobb Deep
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[00:00.26]Word up? You know what I’m saying
[00:01.75]So I been telling this niggas mayne
[00:03.13]Shit ain’t a game mayne
[00:04.95]Let the niggas know mayne
[00:06.61]You know what I’m saying
[00:07.38]Shit definitely real
[00:08.95]Yeah
[00:10.69]Aiyo, Queens get the money, long time no cash
[00:13.54]I’m caught up in the hustle when the guns go blast
[00:16.08]The fool retaliated so I had to think fast
[00:18.42]Pull out my heat first, he pull out his heat last
[00:21.16]Now, who the fuck you think is living to this day?
[00:23.66]I’m tryna tell these young niggas crime don’t pay
[00:26.07]They looked at me and said, “Queens niggas don’t play
[00:28.62]Do your thing, I’ll do mine, kid, stay outta my way”
[00:31.06]It’s type hard tryna survive in New York state
[00:33.44]But can’t stop ’til I’m eating off a platinum plate
[00:36.12]Po-po comes around and tries to relocate me
[00:38.94]Lock me up forever, but they can’t deflate me
[00:41.11]’Cause having cash is highly addictive
[00:43.80]Especially when you’re used to have no money to live with
[00:46.42]I pause, step back, look at my life as a whole
[00:48.72]Ain’t no love, it seems the devil done stole my soul
[00:51.34]I’m out for delfia, selfia, P’s not helping ya
[00:54.10]I’m tryna get this Lexus up, plus a cellular
[00:56.59]Yo, Big Noyd! (What up, cousin?) I can’t cope
[00:58.97]With all these crab niggas tryna shorten my rope
[01:01.35]Yo, it’s the R-A-double-P-E-R N-O-Y-D
[01:04.91]Niggas can’t fuck with me!
[01:06.34]Coming straight outta QB, pushing the Infiniti
[01:09.14]You ask can I rip it constantly? Mentally?
[01:11.96]Definitely, to the death of me, come and test me
[01:14.29]Trust me, nigga can’t touch me if he snuffed me
[01:16.69]So bust me, you’re gonna have to, ’cause I’ma blast you
[01:19.21]My lyrical like a miracle, ill spiritual
[01:21.99]I’m born with it, I’m getting on with it
[01:24.07]And I’ma have it ’til I’m fucking dead and gone with it
[01:26.55]’Cause I’m a what? Composer of hardcore, a lyrical destructor
[01:30.09]Don’t make me buck ya, ’cause I’m a wild motherfucker
[01:32.59]You know I flow, you know my steelo
[01:34.54]Even pack my gat when I go to see my P.O
[01:36.90]Jump out my hooptie, pass my gat and my lucci
[01:39.56]To my shorty, in case my P.O. try to troop me
[01:41.10]To the Island, and if I start wilding
[01:43.98]Flipping on niggas walking around with the nice gold medallions
[01:46.99]But she didn’t violate me, so I escaped, see
[01:49.85]Back to Queens, pumping the fiends, making more cream
[01:52.11]Know what I mean? I’m a natural-born hustler
[01:54.62]Won’t try to cut ya, pull out my .44 and bust ya
[01:56.10]Yo, ain’t no time for faking jacks
[01:58.61]’Cause brothers that fake jacks get laid on their backs
[02:00.92]The streets is real, can’t roll without steel
[02:03.50]I feel how I feel ’cause I was born to kill
[02:05.93]Do what I gotta to eat a decent meal, brothers is starving
[02:08.65]Don’t try to find a job, son, it’s all about robbing
[02:10.90]So don’t be alarmed when we come through
[02:13.13]We supposed to, if you opposed to, get your face blown, dude
[02:16.52]Off the map, ’cause I react, attack
[02:18.46]A brother wasn’t blessed with wealth, so I act like that
[02:20.92]Drug dealing, only mess with shorties that’s appealing
[02:23.76]I’m fronting on the world once I start 4-wheeling
[02:26.21]’Cause back on the 41st Side, we do it right
[02:28.89]Sipping E&J, getting bent all night
[02:31.45]Yo, who that? I never seen him in my whole life
[02:33.89]Step to his business ’cause it’s only right
[02:36.40]Po-po ain’t around so I grab my pound
[02:38.76]Money retaliated, so I hit the ground
[02:41.34]My life is on the line, gotta hold my projects down
[02:43.84]Can’t see myself getting bodied by a clown
[02:46.44]Ass nigga that ain’t even from my town
[02:48.95]Hit him up in the chest, now he’s laying man down
[02:51.48]Jetted up from under the benches, I started hearing sirens
[02:54.04]I stopped firing, to cut ass like a diamond
[02:56.72]Jetted to the crib piece, what a relief
[02:59.28]Stashed the heat then proceeded to peep
[03:01.82]Out the window, call my son, “Yo, son, we got beef”
[03:04.03]But no question, money had a problem, so I solved him
[03:07.64]I got my mind on a stick-up, now it’s time to get paid
[03:10.66]Thinking of ways to take loot already made
[03:13.18]There’s crime in the air, ain’t no time to be afraid
[03:15.70]Give me yours or get laid
[03:18.18]Give up the goods or get sprayed
[03:22.92]I got lots of love, for my crew that is
[03:25.72]No love for them other crews and rival kids
[03:28.18]All them out-of-town niggas know what time it is
[03:30.59]And if they don’t, they need to buy a watch, word up
[03:33.21]Caught up in the crossfire, get theyself hurt up
[03:35.61]While I be sipping gin straight in a plastic cup
[03:38.27]On a park bench on 12th Street, my whole crew’s famous
[03:40.94]You tried to bust your gat and keep it real, but you nameless
[03:43.46]First of all, slow down, you on the wrong route
[03:46.02]Let me put you on your feet and show you what’s it all about
[03:48.45]The street life ain’t nothing to play with, no jokes, no games, kid
[03:51.75]For years, I been doing the same shit
[03:53.79]Just, drinking liquor, doing bids
[03:55.48]Extorting crack heads, and sticking up the stick-up kids
[03:58.76]Year of Release: 1995